I'm so sorry Rowan....I have no idea how this didn't get in here....it's so important.....
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Pale white hands hold ebony.
The onyx pen trails red.
Pale gray-gold eyes,
Short white hair falls near the ears.
Black nails grip the wood.
Sweet, soft lips lined with black.
Sharp white fangs,
Shining canines show in grins.
Short-sleeved shirt stitched like a corpse
Closed from the autopsy.
Pleated skirt, laced with checks.
Over nets the skirt doth fall.
Black boots stretch up the calves.
Bonds of studded black
Adorn the small wrista.
A collor lined with sharp black spikes
And silver rings in my ears.
Shadows underline pale skin near the eyes.
I write with a heart.
One locked in and afraid.
My name is a story.
Long as time has flowed,
Short as a blink.
My name is Losk.
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Pale white hands hold ebony.
The onyx pen trails red.
Pale gray-gold eyes,
Short white hair falls near the ears.
Black nails grip the wood.
Sweet, soft lips lined with black.
Sharp white fangs,
Shining canines show in grins.
Short-sleeved shirt stitched like a corpse
Closed from the autopsy.
Pleated skirt, laced with checks.
Over nets the skirt doth fall.
Black boots stretch up the calves.
Bonds of studded black
Adorn the small wrista.
A collor lined with sharp black spikes
And silver rings in my ears.
Shadows underline pale skin near the eyes.
I write with a heart.
One locked in and afraid.
My name is a story.
Long as time has flowed,
Short as a blink.
My name is Losk.
